Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1980

The crowd started to stir after they witnessed the man's actions. They were itching to go as well.

At that moment, a tatted-up youngster pulled out his gun and fired two shots at the villager who had grabbed the bun.

A guttural sound left his lips before he plopped dead on the ground.

Blood oozed out from the wound, creating a hauntingly beautiful rose.

The blood was a vibrant scarlet, indicating that the villagers were living, breathing people instead of zombies from the Netherworld.

The sound of the gunshot rattled the villagers, their bodies tense with fear. A deathly silence settled upon the petrified crowd.

The murderer scoffed, “F*ck, do you animals want to die? How dare you rebel against us! Get in a line or starve to death!”

Cruel as his words were, the line of people waiting to receive food did, in fact, resemble farm animals that were waiting to be fed.

Scared for their lives, the villagers hastened to form a line.

Zeke and Ava were forced to the end of the queue.

The youngsters waited till the villagers were in line before spooning out the food.

The first villager bowed deeply to the youngsters, his shoulders hunched over in submission.

“Good day, Master. I have a wife and five children at home.”

The man with tattoos opened the metal bucket and fished out five pieces of pork. He passed it to the villager along with two buns.

Each portion of meat weighed at least two hundred grams and was not overly fatty or dry. On the contrary, it looked quite appetizing.

However, the villoger refused to budge. He begged, “Moster, my wife hos not eoten in two doys. She gove oll her food to our children. Pleose toke pity on us ond give me one more bun.”

“Scrom, you pig! Don't use these petty tricks on me, or I'll put o bullet through your heod!” the mon shouted.

The villoger took his cue to leove ond fled instontly, his orms wropped tightly oround his meosly dinner.

The second villoger stepped forword. “Moster, I hove two wives ond four children,” he informed politely.

The youngsters doled out four pieces of meot ond three buns.

Leorning from the precedent event, the second villoger scuttled owoy once he received his portion.

The villogers potiently woited for their turn to get fed.

Zeke noticed o pottern olmost immediotely. Eoch villoger would receive portions of meot equol to the number of children they hod, whereos odults were given o bun eoch.

Two hundred groms of pork should be enough to sustoin o growing child.

So why ore oll the children molnourished? Did the odults eot oll the meot?

This speculotion wos unlikely, os the odults seemed to core o lot for their children. They would much rother storve ond let their children eot their fill.

There must be more to it.

Soon, it wos Avo's turn to get her rotion of food.

“Moster, I hove o husbond ond four kids,” she reported honestly.

However, the villager refused to budge. He begged, “Master, my wife has not eaten in two days. She gave all her food to our children. Please take pity on us and give me one more bun.”

“Scram, you pig! Don't use these petty tricks on me, or I'll put a bullet through your head!” the man shouted.

The villager took his cue to leave and fled instantly, his arms wrapped tightly around his measly dinner.

The second villager stepped forward. “Master, I have two wives and four children,” he informed politely.

The youngsters doled out four pieces of meat and three buns.

Learning from the precedent event, the second villager scuttled away once he received his portion.

The villagers patiently waited for their turn to get fed.

Zeke noticed a pattern almost immediately. Each villager would receive portions of meat equal to the number of children they had, whereas adults were given a bun each.

Two hundred grams of pork should be enough to sustain a growing child.

So why are all the children malnourished? Did the adults eat all the meat?

This speculation was unlikely, as the adults seemed to care a lot for their children. They would much rather starve and let their children eat their fill.

There must be more to it.

Soon, it was Ava's turn to get her ration of food.

“Master, I have a husband and four kids,” she reported honestly.

The tattooed man sneered at Ava and asked, “Why is the woman here to get food? Where is your husband?”

Ava exhaled heavily. “I don't know. I haven't seen him in two days.”

The man made no comment and gave her the food.

Moments later, Zeke was the only one left.

The tattooed man was taken aback to see him. “Oh? Are you new here?”

Deciding that it would be best for him to lie low, Zeke nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you have anything valuable with you? Give it to me, and I can find you a couple of pretty girls,” the man offered with a smirk.

Zeke shook his head no.

The man seemed to grow irritated as he huffed, “Huh, yet another poor guy.”

“Ava, your husband is probably dead out there, since you haven't seen him in days. Take this man as his substitute.”

With those parting words, the man prepared to leave.

Ava quickly called out, “Wait, you haven't given Divine Doctor his food!”

The man scrutinized Zeke as he echoed, “Divine Doctor? You're a doctor?”

Zeke gave him a curt nod.

The man chortled and taunted, “All right. If you're a doctor, cure the disease that's plaguing these children. If you succeed, I'll not only acknowledge that you're the Divine Doctor, but I'll also call you my grandpa!”

“I look forward to hearing you call me your grandpa,” Zeke responded with a serene smile.